The Mountain Lord-grade Flame Spider, resembling a heavily armored tank, bore a wide carapace laden with multi-colored sacs woven from silk. These sacs held the capital of trade caravans – primal food and ores.,Long Bo felt a pang of sadness, reluctant to part ways.,Stepping inside, you find a wide, metallic corridor. The passage has weathered the countless years, rusted and worn. On its walls are arrow markings etched with the sap of unknown plants.。